Sometimes in my mind life = a burden and the only thing I want to do besides eat things that taste good to me is not exist.
When I started mid February I aimed for 38 hours and managed 40 the first week. Last week’s 38hr fast was not so bad but I was eager to be done and broke it poorly. This month I am going for 47 hours each week and so far this 1st week was brutal. I started struggling around 18 hours but am still holding strong with about 5 hours to go.
I have learned that selecting the right period is crucial to how difficult it will be. Distractions are a must for me in these beginning stages.
I miss writing letters
Everything now a days is so in your face. It is overwhelming. I am overwhelming sometimes too…fitting in with the times. But I miss pen pals and writing letters; waiting for the mail to come for an update on a friend. This new world has just created another reason to worry – worrying that because I don’t make contact every day or respond to every post others will think I am not the same me.
I’ve never been a great friend. I’m not a big limer. I just like to know that the people I think are great people are ok. I have always been happy watching others be happy – I need not get involved. That has always been enough for me.
I think about un-friend-ing/un- following everyone or removing some of my social media accounts. I hardly check them…never really except for 1. I created them to keep in contact and see how others were doing , that they were staying happy. But I have long stopped checking. They are just notifications that I swipe away. So I am thinking about it but haven’t decided yet.
Even in a virtual world I am not so social
I turn to food.
I start with healthy items
They don’t work so I try something unhealthy
I feel bad so I go back to something healthier
cashews, more cashews
Still no relief…
So I finish the ice cream
Still no relief
What’s in the fridge?
I keep going
cheese & crackers, plantain chips, more plantain chips, more cashews
What’s in the fridge?
nothing I want…sigh
what DO I want
cookies or cake – fresh baked and delicious
what I have
more calories and no relief
I think fasting is the solution but how do I step rather than just dipping my toe in the water?
I forgot how easy it is to stay up until after 3am reading a book that captures your interest.
Books are awesome!
A twist on the joke “Is your nose running”
I don’t like this new phase of life. I wish I could go back to the way things were when :
- I really liked working out
- My memory for choreography was great
- I ate things I liked without worrying too much about it
- I was strong enough to resist junk food when I made a decision not to eat junk food
- I got comfort out of the junk food that I did eat
- I was strong enough to fast intermittently
- I liked baking cakes and cookies
- I got sore after a workout instead of pain during a workout
- I could keep up with a Sean Vigue Fitness yoga workouts
- I could sit crossed legged without getting tingling in my feet after only a few minutes
- I didn’t mind walking to where I needed to go frequently, even if it meant walking up the hill with load
In the news comments about a suspected murder suicide that recently occurred in my country, someone wrote that the shooter took the cowardly way out. I got very annoyed with that comment. I suspect it was made by someone who has never contemplated suicide in their life. People like this speak as if it is the easiest thing to do to take your own life.
They have no idea of the utter hopelessness some persons feel when they get to that point. They do not know that the person is too tired to keep enduring the suffering that they feel. They do not know the person believes there is no coming out of the endless feeling of sorrow and emptiness. They have no idea what it is like to be so consumed with sadness that it buries you in a world where that is all that exist.
They do not know that some persons are very aware of the decision they are making and the people that will be influenced by it and still see ending their life as the best possible solution. They do not know that feeling that anyone they are leaving behind will have a better life without them around. Some persons don’t even have anyone to consider leaving behind.
If you think about it, especially in a society like this where most people are Christian or believe in God, it makes even less sense to call it a cowardly act. Is it cowardly to end your life, believing based on what religion tells us, that once you do you have bought yourself a one way ticket to hell?
In my mind’s eye it is not much different from the acts of a daredevil (skydivers for example) or drug users except that the reason behind the act MAY be different and the likelihood and preparation of an outcome of death over an outcome of living is inversed. I can accept suicide being called selfish or perverse, but not cowardly.
People who make those comments are the same ignorant and insensitive windbags that will tell someone at a low point in their life “go ahead and kill yourself already.”
I don’t care so much about losing weight anymore. I just want to learn how to love the body I have, no matter the shape, size or afflictions of my parts
I was just watching Rotten on Netflix and in the episode about wine production, they spoke about taking poor people and moving them to grape farms where they have to work. One person said they have no choice in this.
Good idea to offer opportunity to those struggling to make ends meet
Bad idea to force a new existence on anyone no matter their status
Not everyone is so dissatisfied with their poor life that they want any opportunity to “better themselves” that comes along. Why can’t the people who are OK about their existence be? I am sure their are more than enough persons who actually want the opportunity to have a productive staff. Also, wouldn’t people who want versus people who are forced to do a job be happier doing it and as a result do better work?